It’s always hectic right after the move to another place. Even if it is just about 4-5 miles down the road, still there is so much to do.
Arrange things. Decorate what I’ve arranged. Store things. Find more room to store things.
Work on my patio garden. Which I’m chomping at the bit to do.
The potting bench:
Above you see a different setting for the potting bench than you saw before.
I purchased this rooster fountain from Decor Steals and it is missing the fitting that connects the tubing to the rooster, so I can’t try it out.
I’ve emailed them, so hopefully they’ll send it to me. I’m excited to see what it looks like when it’s working.
Today I feel like I was blown from one end of Oklahoma to the other. I’m not getting as much done as yesterday because frankly, I’m just pooped out.
But I will be on this decorating thing so fast your head will spin. I have all kinds of ideas for this place, for the four rooms I will reside in. I’ve got high hopes for this small 1960s place that could use some updating. On a renter’s budget of course!
What I’ll be writing about soon:
I plan to write more posts about small changes that pack a big punch. Because lots of us are at the point in our lives where we’re scaling down and trying to live with less.
It is possible to take a standard patio home dwelling and put your own mark on it. Or a studio apartment or any place else.
I am excited to tell you that I am writing from my new desk, which is one of my old sewing machine tables. And I’m looking out on my very cluttered but filled-with-possibilities patio.
Yes, I can sit here and write to you and gaze out at my beautiful space. That is…when it actually IS a beautiful space. Right now it’s a jumble of things.
And do you know what this crazy Oklahoma weather is up to? The wind is blowing like crazy.
I had to cover my plants that are clustered together out there, waiting to be repotted with pretty colorful annuals and perennials and given new life.
When I’ve moved in the past:
In my younger days I’d have already had everything in its place and the pictures on the wall. But I’m not young anymore and have to pace myself.
I will be taking photos as I go. But I have tons of boxes to unpack inside and out.
I know it’s just been a couple of days since I posted, but I’ve missed you all very much.
I’ve managed to move each and every plant you sent to me that didn’t die during the winter. The plants you sent me from all over the country when I moved here from Texas so I’d have a garden that first year.
I did lose a few. But the rest are out there in pots just waiting for me to give them some love.
The plants you sent to me in 2011:
Those plants for me symbolize what a wonderful bunch of readers I’m lucky enough to have. I am extremely fortunate.
As I’ve said before when I was embarking on my trip here a few years ago: you guys are the wind beneath my wings. Truly.
I don’t think I even had wings before I started blogging. I’ve learned a lot in just a few years. And much of it is due to your kindness when days were dark.
You proved to me that there really are fantastic people in this world. And to not lose faith. Because my voyage thus far has been filled with people who care.
Making sure my little boat didn’t tip over in a storm. You helped guide me safely to shore when I felt lost at sea.